From R.K. Lilley's blog:
Mr. Beautiful will be a male point-of-view novel for the Up in the Air series that tells the story of James, and Stephan, and their unwavering love of a woman that would make the two men family.
WARNING:
THIS TEASER CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE UP IN THE AIRSERIES
JAMES
I couldn’t sleep after the shooting.
Bianca slept like a baby, like she never had before, like every worry she’d ever had had disappeared with the death of her father.
But not me.
I was more restless than ever.
A miracle had saved her, not me, and I felt helpless because of it.
That was not a feeling that fit me well.
In fact, it made my skin crawl in discomfort.
In anger.
It had been months since the attack.
She and Stephan were healed physically, and it seemed, emotionally, but I felt the wounds as though they were fresh.
What had almost happened haunted me.
I was a man that needed control, and I’d been shown,
in the starkest way possible, that I hadnone.
I sat scant feet away from our bed, watching Bianca sleep.
She was nude, with not so much as a sheet covering her.
I’d seen to that.
I watched her lithe form shift on the bed, one long leg hitching up to give me a glimpse of the pink between her legs.
I felt like a fucking stalker.
Truth be told, I was one, watching her for hours on end, night after night.
I tensed when I realized she’d roused.
It upset her that I couldn’t sleep, when she deserved peace more than anyone.
She sat up, and I watched her heavy breasts swaying with the movement.
“James.”
Her voice was the softest utterance.
“Love,”
I answered, feeling the dark mood that had overtaken me lift in an instant.
Just having her eyes on me could do that.
She crawled across the bed toward me.
She’d always had an uncanny ability to do exactly the thing that would drive me the most wild,
and she’d only gotten better at that over time.
She didn’t hide her body from me as she moved.
In fact, she posed for me, even the exposure of her body an act of submission.
As though reading my thoughts,
as though even those were a command, she paused on the edge of the bed,
parting her legs to let me look my fill before she rose,
approaching my chair.
I stood to meet her,
my body drawn tight, my cock throbbing as though I hadn’t come, buried inside of her, just hours before.
I was a statue as she leaned up to my ear, my brows drawing together in a question.
Her lips touched my ear as she spoke.
“Hurt me,”
she whispered raggedly.
My eyes shut tight, my jaw went slack, and a shudder wracked my entire body.
This woman destroyed my self-control.
I’d avoided all of the rough stuff since she’d been injured, but God had I missed it.
“We don’t have to, Bianca. It’s not necess-“
She gripped my hair, pulling my face down to her injured cheek.
She dug her jaw into me so hard that I knew it must be hurting her badly.
“I need it,” she rasped into my ear. I’ll never stop needing it.
Please.”
I pulled back, and my hands trembled as I cupped her face in my hands, my eyes searching hers desperately for what I wanted to see.
Need.
Yes.
She needed this as much as I did.
Perhaps more so.
“Get on the bed,”
I told her thickly.
R.K. Lilley lives in Colorado with her husband and their two beautiful sons.
She's had a lot of interesting jobs, from being a first class flight attendant, to being a stablehand, but swears she never knew what hard work was until she had children.
She's been addicted to both reading and writing fiction since she can remember.
She loves to travel, read, hike, paint, game, watch anime, and make the most of every single day.
She is the author of the erotic romance novels:
In Flight, Mile High, Grounded, and the novella, Lana.
OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES
IN FLIGHT (Up in the Air #1)
MILE HIGH (Up in the Air #2)
GROUNDED (Up in the Air #3)
LANA (Novella)
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